*sits in the library and writes nasty, sarcastic commentary in the books*

...oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god...

*He sits in a chair near Norolinde's bed, trembling slightly as his brother bustles...*

*He sits in the kitchen of the Steward's Quarters playing with Gorlim's sword, while Dairuin perches nearby and plays with a pile of pretzels, stacking them and creating elaborate constructions with them. After a few moments, he brings a fist down hard on the table, knocking over Dai's construction.*

I interrogated some guys. Okay, a lot of guys. There are a lot of guys in the city to interrogate. Fortunately, most of them tend to bleed if they move, so it's not hard to convince them to stay put and talk a little ( Read more... )

*merrily chops things to bits with Dairuin*

That said, I think Gorlim's children, when they are born, will be mildly demented. I was sitting by Norolinde the other day and I thought I heard one of the TALKING TO ME.

*shudders*

*he goes back to his room and sits with his face in his hands*

I saw him through the window. His hair, his posture, his voice floating up through the still night air. I have never hated anything more. It's time. It's time.

Dairuin. Come with me.

While my little brother was busy screwing around with the resident wildlife in Mandos, I was actually paying ATTENTION to what's going on.

Dai? We're going to Minas Tirith.

Badgers. *shakes head and sighs*